A quiet thought
That rumbles like thunder
Beneath the surface of a face
Thar ripples solemn expressions.
Thank you for reading my writing ! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs
A quiet thought
That rumbles like thunder
Beneath the surface of a face
Thar ripples solemn expressions.
Thank you for reading my writing ! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
One response to “Free Hand #107”
Very interesting and impressive. Enjoyed